"Hahaha!"
Laughter rang out in the valley, as if they had heard an incredible joke. Almost all the students surrounding Beiting Huang laughed. They leaned back and forth, pointing at Beiting Huang and laughing until they couldn't breathe.
"Ninth Young Master is really crazy. I thought she could win!"
"That's right. Let's see if she's still so smug when she kneels and begs for mercy later!"
"Beg for mercy? Hahaha, have you seen the ninth young master's appearance? I heard that he's even more beautiful than the Night King. Hehe, brothers, are you interested?"
"Let me remind you, there's still beauty…"
Before he could finish speaking, the nine-colored light weaved into a sword net and appeared above everyone's heads without warning. It was silent, like a ghost, and with a sharp aura, it enveloped the group of weak Class 2 professionals!
There was no escape!
